June 2011
17 posts
I wondered if I could spend the rest of my life inventing complicated ways to...
– Miranda July (via -videung)
Greyness is no ordinary greyness, but a vast lead roof which covers the world...
– : House of Incest by Anaïs Nin, 1958 (via clavicola)
Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem...
– Ray Bradbury Dandelion Wine (via 24ribs)
Sleep is my lover now, my forgetting, my opiate, my oblivion.
– (via cestmamie)
Cherish your solitude. Take trains by yourself to places you have never been....
– Eve Ensler (via misswallflower)